يا ذا الذي يَعتدُّ با
ذِنجانَه في الَمطعَم
O you who takes pride
In his fork at the restaurant
أنهاك عن صُوَرِ المحا
جِم قد مُلينَ من الدمِ
I weary of these images of conversations
That drip with blood
يا ذا الذي يَعتدُّ با
ذِنجانَه في الَمطعَم
O you who takes pride
In his fork at the restaurant
أنهاك عن صُوَرِ المحا
جِم قد مُلينَ من الدمِ
I weary of these images of conversations
That drip with blood